Roman

"Sir should I order your lunch?" His secretary asked but with a smile he replied with a no.

It was sudden, he knew but the urge of going to Mikaella and asking her out for lunch was great. He knew very well that Mikaella would refuse his lunch proposal but deep down what he wanted to see was her. His wife was a clever little minx trying to avoid him.

Like today, she had woken up so early and went off to work just to avoid him. But that would change, he was determined to win her back come what may.

"What do you mean she is not in?"

Roman asked the brunette seating before Mick's office.

His heart fell a little, the drive on the way here was worth it all because her and now? She was not even in? Then where was she? The question dominated his mind. Where was she?

"Just what I said Sir, she's not yet back"

Did she go to lunch earlier? But he arrived earlier didn't he?

"Back from where?"

"She happened to take a guest to check out a room"

"What's the room number?"

"I can't tell you that, sir"

"You do know I'm her husband right?"

He growled. He was literally losing his patience. The whole five minutes he had been talking with her secretary had driven him mad. Why would Mikaella have to show some guest around? Wasn't that someone's else job? Nonetheless, he decided to calm down, the last thing he wanted was to upset his wife.

Room 446

He turned the door knob unsure whether to go in or not. Would Mikaella be mad at him for interrupting her work? Yes she would. But had he come all the way there just to go back without seeing her? No he hadn't.

With a hardened resolve he opened the door only for two voices to hit him from the bathroom.

"Why would you that!" Mick's voice came first.

"What? You did suggest to test the taps?" Another male voice came and he stood there trying to recall where he had heard the voice.

"The taps on the sink or the tub not those taps!" Mick shouted back.

"So what? It's just water, Mick," the other voice came out.

His anger threatening to blow his head off, he approached the bathroom door being careful as to not raise any suspicion of his presence. When the door opened and two pairs of eyes met his, he felt like he could punch the wall next right to him.

His wife...his wife was soaking wet and the other guy...ooh the other guy made him grit his teeth. Deputy Marcus Pierce, the same douchebag that had beat the living crap out of him, come to think of it was he the same imbecile that was with Mikaella the other night? What made him furious, was his audacity. The audacity to touch his wife. His! Roman looked down where his hands on Mikaella lay.

How dare he touch her waist two nights in a row? And she was wet? The guy could practically see Mick's bra through her white shirt that had clung to her body like a second skin.

"Roman?" Mick said almost out of breath as Marcus helped her get out of the shower cabinet.

God knows how much he wanted to touch those hands and now? Some guy had already touched her so many times than him in a week.

Mikaella immediately stood infront of Roman pushing him back once she noted Roman's hand balled into fists.

"Roman what are you doing here?" She faced him.

"It's lunch break Mikaella. I came to pick up my wife so that we could have lunch together. But seems she's busy with...who are you again? Ooh I remember, the same self proclaimed deputy!" He growled coming walking towards Marcus that Mikaella had to put her hands on his chest to restrain him.

"Don't do this. I don't really want to create a scene at my place of work,"Mick whispered.

A scene? Roman questioned. Did she not remember the guy standing infront of them was the one who drove him to the hospital. Roman also thought about it and came to a conclusion, that if it was not for that guy he and Mick wouldn't be apart.

"Don't do what? Do the same thing he did to me?"

The guy cleared his throat, smiled a bit wickedly according to Roman before saying, "I can always come another time, Mick. Pleasure meeting you again, Cervantes"

And he was out the bathroom, out the room just like that.

And then there were two.

"Would you mind explaining all this?"

"Explain what? That you chased one of our guests away? Roman. I...I don't understand what you are doing here, since when did we have lunch together? What? Is Jo not available?"

Jo.Jo. Joanna. The mention of her name was a constant reminder of what a fool he was.

"I want you. I want only you Mikaella. Why can't you get that? Do you want me to prove it?"

He came closer but Mikaella stepped back until her back faced the walls of the shower compartment. God how she looked beautiful when her hair was wet, that Marcus guy sure knew what he was doing. Damn him. He made sure to make a mental note of checking that guy out. Something didn't feel right.

"Roman" she whispered.

"Yeah. Anything. Say anything and your wish is my command, princess"

"I don't want you"